The 7th Circle Of Hell
I got a job at Strack's aka: The 7th Circle of Hell. Now, yes, I need a job. I have some expenses that I need to take care of like car insurance, getting a lap top for school, paying for my choir trip to New York, among other things. I fully understand this need to do something for a certain amount of hours in a day, get a piece of paper every two weeks, then turn it in for the amount of money the government left you to survive. I'm 19, I get it. But, the thing that's bugging me is the fact that it's fucking summer. I worked my ass off at school all year, got a fucking sweet job offer at school that is now mine until I graduate, and I'm home for summer vacation. Key word: vacation. When I get into the real world I won't get summer vacations, thank you, I get it. But, I'm still not technically in the real world, so what the fuck is the point? Especially working at a job that has absolutely to do with my major and won't help me jack shit on a resume. Awesome.
Yeah, it's childish, but I just needed to rant that one out. Sure, working at a place like that couldn't be too bad, at least I hope. My orientation is today at 4, and I'm slightly nervous because 1) My mind tends to zone the fuck out when it comes to watching videos, 2) I've seen the crazy fucks that come out of Strack's, and 3) I've never worked a cash register in my life. What if I fuck up with money? My damn mother works for the company, so if I get fired could you imagine what she would say to me? Actually, at this point, I don't give a shit. Everybody is entitled to one shitty job in their life and I'll be damned I'll ever work there again. So, wish me luck readers.
Oh, and I've made the discovery that Captin Crunch is slightly addicting...I have a feeling I'm going to turn into Gerard Way with his Frankenberry. Read their blog.
Neurotically Yours,
Play Dead
Yeah, it's childish, but I just needed to rant that one out. Sure, working at a place like that couldn't be too bad, at least I hope. My orientation is today at 4, and I'm slightly nervous because 1) My mind tends to zone the fuck out when it comes to watching videos, 2) I've seen the crazy fucks that come out of Strack's, and 3) I've never worked a cash register in my life. What if I fuck up with money? My damn mother works for the company, so if I get fired could you imagine what she would say to me? Actually, at this point, I don't give a shit. Everybody is entitled to one shitty job in their life and I'll be damned I'll ever work there again. So, wish me luck readers.
Oh, and I've made the discovery that Captin Crunch is slightly addicting...I have a feeling I'm going to turn into Gerard Way with his Frankenberry. Read their blog.
Neurotically Yours,
Play Dead